I think what I mean to say is that lately, oh say this last six months, the only time I'm moved to table a real task to write is when I seriously need to express, well, the unexpressable. But once it's written, I don't generally carry it around. But it occurs to me that if this were the only snapshot of my life, and admittedly, for some it is, then I come across rather acerbic, bitter and ...well...bitchy. Small too. And not in a slim slight way.
So in lieu of anything negative, here's what I'm going to mention.
A made up meme of 15 Not Super Interesting Things That Are Going On That I Fail To Mention Because I'm Too Busy Bitching
My husband and I get along pretty well. Lately we've been pretty disconnected though. Partially because my nephew has been here intermittently but moreso because (#1) he's had a pretty bad viral infection that has/had him snoring nightly. Normally I'd move into the spare bed in Ellie's room, but that bed is our temporary bed as (#2)ours was finally returned, for (#3) full cash credit to Costco after we reported it broken under the Sealy warranty. Thus I couldn't sleep in Ellie's room, or downstairs with Nephew on the couch. So...I've been sleeping on the floor. Not very conducive to marital bliss. The other night I stayed in bed, certain he had sleep apnea, waiting for him to stop breathing so I could rescue him. My love for him obviously stronger then my need to sleep.
Add to that, we've had too many long conversations lately about money, life plans and what to do next. We had (#4)a realtor come look at the house to see what it would bear in the current market. The good news? It's only depreciated about $20K. The bad? Her commission were we to sell it. So those conversations added to the lack of sleep? Well. We aren't exactly in a hurry to pursue (#5) the maybe baby. Which is still tabled. In case you were wondering.
But as luck would have it, that heinous bitch my mother in law forced me to (#6) give up my daughter for an extended stay at her house. Almost 5 full days to eat, sleep, read and hang out with each other for free in our home at our leisure. How dare she, right? I wouldn't trade her for her weight in gold....
Thus my husband and I had some time to spend alone ala the single days. And frankly, we were pretty boring single people. When we were a couple that is. When we were single SINGLE we were each, independently quite fun. But take out the alcohol and sex and pretty much you have two hard working people who (#7) did their taxes, (#8) read 4 cozy genre mysteries, (#9) went for a walk, (#10) did 3 days worth of Jillian Micheal's Shred (me not him) and watched (#11) Fun Fat Boy Run which we loved and a Dane Cook special which we both had already seen.
Because I had the free time, I also was incredibly low stress about (#12) going to my neighbors Southern Living Party which was surprisingly not a good time although perfectly hostessed and (#13) my girlfriends wedding shower which was surprisingly a really good time, also perfectly hostessed.
Sigh. And, of course, my husband, whom I DO adore, also had free time and went out and bought me two, count 'em two, HUGE treats! Yepper. Wildly exciting! One was (#14) a pair of Vibram Five Finger sneakers; the other (#15) a new optical mouse. So sick I was of the friggin track pad.
So to footnote:
1. Husband sick
2. Need a new bed
3. Costco has a good return policy
4. Might rent the house and buy a new one
5. No Maybe Baby in the works thx for asking
6. My MIL rocks (Can I still say rocks or does it date me?)
7. We're getting money back
8. I love to read
9. We could be fitter
10. I really could be fitter
11. Who knew Michael Ian Black wrote a screenplay
12. I bought a $17 cookbook for $32 but at least I had shrimp and wine - and found a preschool I liked
13. So I eloped, big deal
14. My sneakers ALSO rock
15. And this post was made easier thanks to the Microsoft Optical Mouse 3000. Thanks Husband!
1 comment:
read this:
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2005/4/27black.html
it's the funniest thing michael ian black has ever written.
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